This is a song about "Psychotic"

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Believe me i'm legally classed as a narcotic, i'm psychotic,

I'm psychotic, wicked thoughts? don't worry, my minds got it.

The next day you is everybody target

To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

On some psychotic shit the big guy said that he'll slit my throat

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Only psychotic will suffice, chained up my hate for too long